Monday, 12 January 2015

Title poem of a collection by the Dutch writer Maria Barnas

Aha the Big Bang

Aha the Big Bang, I hear myself say.
How can it possibly fit in my mouth?
The start of it all a lump on my tongue.

Quiet. Fear is a bird-flock that rests in a tree.
Or is it words that huddle together
ink-black on the branches. It is a form

of panic that wells up in me and bursts from my
throat like a flock on the rise. The cosmos
unfurls its wings. We flap, holler and shriek.

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